Raging Desire
It's Saturday night, and the phone rings as men seek companionship from me,
one whose heart has willingly been taken hostage,
a heart belonging to only one man...you.
Oceans apart, but my soul longs for your sweet seductive songs that I dream of
as you whisper tender promises into a naive ear while I yearn for the fulfillment
that only you can provide.
You are the only man who will ever touch my breasts or kiss these hungry lips.
Am I delusional in my belief that I will be happy...? That we will be happy...?
Is it conceivable that we will become lovers...?
You make me smile through tangled wires although in the light of day I drift
through crowded corridors...faceless rabble...
Furiously frustrated!
Empty.
Alone.
These days I am much happier in the dark.
I read your verse, and I am shaken, moved as never before, chained in a corner...
Only you have the key.
Saturday nights are the most difficult, especially when the phone rings, and I
feel...
Nothing!
For yours is the only voice that I need to hear, your gentle voice; I am happy, for a
while, at least.
So I wait for the day when our eyes meet, and I am finally able to JUMP into those
strong arms.
You are my eternal ride...
Only you.
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